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Alpha Kendrick’s face twisted, a flash of anger that he quickly shoved down.
“Don’t bring her up,” he gritted out, his voice tight, but there was something in his eyes.
I smirked inwardly. I was definitely not Elena. She was the kind of girl who needed saving, while I? Not so much.
“Where’s Elena? Didn’t she come with you?” I asked, mostly out of curiosity—not trying to stir the pot. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be happy with whatever answer he gave, but I had to ask.
Elena was in rough shape. Depressed, sick… someone needed to look after her. If something went wrong, who would be responsible?
What if, in the future, Alpha Kendrick came to me and said he couldn’t go back to care for Elena because he’d come to see me? Wouldn’t that leave me feeling terribly wronged?
“Don’t bring her
